Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 5
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Flynn hoped his life of humiliation under the tyranny of his overbearing stepfather would end when he reached his 18th birthday. It didn't. Crossing that milestone only brought him to the strange world of his new boarding school. Within its walls were a coven of witches, a succubus, assorted monsters of indescribable species, and... of course... werewolves. He'd thought he had no privacy before. Now his privacy, and his body, are being continually violated in ways he could never have imagined.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Horror Humor School Paranormal Magic Were animal Demons Humiliation Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Enema Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
Flynn had never been exposed before such a large crowd before ... excluding having to change clothes and shower in the school locker room. But that didn’t count. There, he was just one bare boy among many. That was embarrassing enough, but it was nothing compared to the exhibition he was providing to these astonished office workers, female as well as male.
Looking at the ever-changing crowd staring at him as they passed by, Flynn made a small, quiet cry of, “Help.”
An older lady in gray slacks and a gray blouse that matched her gray hair stopped and looked him over. She shook her head and gave him a sympathetic smile.
“I’m guessing it was Adira, the old witch. She can carry a grudge. You must’ve really annoyed her somehow for her to send you out here like that.”
Her lingering gaze between his legs emphasized that last word.
“The head is visible.”
Flynn said, “What?”
The lady said, “You’re trying to cover yourself, but I can see the head between you first two fingers. Your penis is too large for your own good. Although I’d imagine any partners in sexual activities would conclude its size is perfectly fine for their own good.”
Flynn looked down and yelped. He moved his fingers around, but the thick head and much of the shaft always managed to peek out. It had never entirely softened after the events in the strip and search room. That must’ve been a lingering effect of Raven’s magic. Flynn made a sound of mortified frustration as he slid his entire hand down so it covered his organ. His fingers curled under his balls.
She looked over the results critically. “I can see your pubic hair now on either side of your wrist.”
“Well ... that’s better than seeing my dick.” Remembering he was addressing an old woman, he looked up at her face apologetically. “Oops. I shouldn’t have said dick. Damn it, I said it again.”
The lady laughed. “I may be old, but my heart can still take hearing the word without going into an attack. Seeing one however...”
She melodramatically put a hand over her heart.
Flynn made another sound of shame and hung his head.
The lady said, “I’m sorry. You must be horribly embarrassed. I shouldn’t be teasing you like this.”
Glancing all around himself, growing more agitated, Flynn asked, “So, Adira doesn’t usually send people out here completely naked like this?” He already knew the answer.
“She doesn’t. This is not normal procedure. After the strip search and the photos, the student is always allowed to get dressed, then Adira ... or Raven, or whichever one of their weird coven is running the admissions counter at the moment ... takes him back out the way he came and then on to the Fitting department to get measured. The usual way. Clothed.”
Flynn asked, “Can I get to the fitting room from here? The door’s locked. I can’t go back.”
“Yes. It’s a roundabout way, but I can get you there. One question though. A serious one. Are you a special student? I’m not judging. I just need to know how far over the line Adira went this time.”
Flynn hung his head again and muttered, “Yes. Apparently I’m special.”
The lady breathed a sigh. “Good. Well, not good. Not for you, obviously. But we can’t be doing this to the regular students.” She added hastily, “Not that it isn’t just as humiliating for a special one like you. But ... well ... you’re going to be experiencing a lot of ... shall we say ... unpleasant situations that the regular students won’t during your stay here.”
Flynn asked, “Worse than what I just went through?”
“I don’t know what happened in there, but ... yes. Probably. The admissions office opens at eight. It’s only a little after noon now, so you couldn’t have been in there for more than four hours. In contrast, you’ll be going to school here for...”
Her voice trailed off as she gave him a renewed appraisal. “What grade are you in?”
Flynn told her, “Twelfth.”
“Twelfth?” She looked genuinely shocked. “I took you for much younger. You look like you’re thirteen at the most.”
Flynn gritted his teeth, then said, “Thanks a lot.”
“Oh, I’ve disparaged your manhood. Sorry about that. But you have enough manhood hanging between your legs to make up for any slight I might be guilty of.”
Flynn made a little sound of exasperation.
“And now I’ve embarrassed you again. Let’s move along. So, you’re a twelfth-grader. That means you’ll be here for a year. That’s more than long enough. The accumulative horrors and humiliations you’re going to experience in that time will make today seem like a minor nuisance. The emotional and physical trauma will be extreme. And I’ve heard some of the torments you’re going to experience can last for days at a time. Days. You’ll be praying to die.”
Flynn stared at her in horrified despair.
Noticing his expression, she said, “I’m sorry. I’m making it worse for you, aren’t I. I should just keep my mouth shut. Come along. I’ll take you to Candice. It’s quite a walk, so we might as well get to know each other. I’m Charlotte Eames. And you are...?”
“Flynn Sullivan.”
“Nice to meet you, Flynn. I’d shake your hand, but it’s been clutching your penis. Speaking of which, if you’ll just drop that hand for a moment and let me see the entire package, we’ll be on our way.”
That one caught Flynn by surprise. “What?”
Charlotte looked both annoyed and apologetic. “I’m sure you’ve just suffered worse indignities at the hands of Adira. I’ve heard rumors of what can happen in the strip search room. And you’re sweaty. And I can smell a faint trace of semen. So giving an old woman a brief glimpse of your man meat shouldn’t be all that traumatic of an experience comparatively. Especially considering the old woman is taking time out of her very busy day to help you out.”
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